I Survived Sexual Assault and I Stand With Brett Kavanaugh

I am also angry, furious and disgusted at the Democrats, especially Democrat women leaders, for their sickening behavior throughout this confirmation process.

I was assaulted 16 years ago, when I was in college. I remember all the details. I remember what year, what semester, where it happened, even down to what room. If something is serious enough to haunt you for decades, you remember it well....

I’m sorry for what might have happened to Dr. Ford. But as someone who has experienced sexual assault, I have a strong interest in seeking the truth about any such allegations. Just because I’m a woman, and a victim, doesn’t mean that I automatically say, “she’s telling the truth.” And I am insulted by Democrats who can only see through the lens of gender, who think women lack critical thinking, reasoning and the ability to weigh accusations and evidence. I’m definitely not a woman that fits that description, nor do I consider their image of women as “empowering.”

Real empowerment comes from making your own choices. I’m a woman, a victim of sexual assault; I’ve listened, I’ve read, I’ve weighed both sides; and my conclusion is that Brett Kavanaugh deserves to be confirmed, and without delay.

I am a man and a victim of sexual assault. I believe Brett Kavanaugh 100%, and I do NOT believe his accuser!

I was molested by three teenage/preteenage boys when I was a 3-years-old (and 4)!

I can tell you exactly where it was: Buddy's back yard under a card table covered with a sheet and later in his garage, how old I was: 3 and 4, how old the first boy was: 12 (the youngest), his name: Buddy, what I was wearing: short pants with no underpants and a shirt, what he was wearing: short pants and no underpants and a shirt, what he said the first time: "We're going to play a game," what the other boys said and did and were wearing: the oldest was wearing long pants and a shirt.

I can describe the entire incidents in detail. I can tell minute, specific details. I never forgot. I never had some kind of "miraculous memory recovery."

I remembered the entire scenarios from that time to this--never forgot a damn thing--and that was in the 1940s!

I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

I am sorry to read what you went through. I wish those sick punks were in front of me so I could destroy them. I made it through an attempted assault in college. Some idiot blew a red light and totaled my car. I had a neck and leg brace, walking to my finals was painful. My dad gave me a loaner car to make it to the end of the term. I parked for 5 minutes in a spot to run in a research paper. Campus security towed my loaner car.

An acquaintance offered to drive me across campus to retrieve it. While we were by the security outpost waiting for my car to be released, I thanked him and gave him a friendly hug. He pushed me back against the building, tried to kiss me and catch a feel. I pushed back and cursed him out (thank God I knew how to fight). I figured he got mixed signals until he started stalking me on campus. Two weeks later I caught him masterbating near my car. You better believe I warned every girl I knew and had friends walk me to my car till the end of the term.

I know women who were raped. What happened to me was minor in comparison to the horrors they endured and I still remember it to this day. I take stuff like this seriously. And I think Ford is full of crap.

I believe something did happen and she repressed it for years.

It’s probable that she had a drunken amorous encounter, vomited at the worst possible moment and it scarred her for life, prompting her to major in psychology like every other effed up psychology major trying to work out their problems.

To-wit: What sort of professor “training student psychologists” is she if rather than talking about her (alleged) trauma, she let it eat at her for >30 years?

No credibility whatsoever, double the fat that she was likely drunk anyway, plus all the witnesses contradict her story.

I believe the author of the OP article, not Ford.

I appreciate your kind words and applaud your strength and clear thinking.

What happened to me was bad--you can imagine: 3 and 4 years old.

It was even worse because they told me tales of Frankenstein, the Wolfman, and Dracula, drawn from movies they had seen but that my parents, of course, forbade me to watch or even know about. They incorporated such tales into the sex assaults.

Naturally, as a child, I had no idea what was going on. I thought the sexual feelings that were awakened in me were some sort of curse like Dracula or the Wolfman.

There were other things that made it very, very bad.

I regressed to bed wetting, had nightmares, and even TERRIFYING hallucinations.

My father was deathly ill. He survived, but he and my mother were preoccupied with his illness and their financial wipe-out and never knew what happened to me.

I was so confused that by the time I was a teenager, I was seriously suicidal.

I went to a psychiatrist and got a job working after school to pay him. He straightened me out bigtime. The main thing he taught me was to face TRUTH, wherever it might be--and NEVER to deceive myself.

In the horrible tumult and confusion of my childhood, I had two things going for me: a staggeringly high intellect and the Grace of God, that is to say I maintained awareness of the higher spiritual realms, from which I received understanding and guidance (which is the same thing as having a staggeringly high intellect).

God lead me out of that labyrinth BIGTIME!

I continued psychotherapy for most of my life--found a wonderful clinical psychologist (after going through quite a few of the other kind), who had been a US marine--had had many wisdom-generating life experiences, including much experience with sex, and had a master's degree in human sexuality. I never withheld ANYTHING--told him EVERYTHING--everything I thought, felt, was. He was a splendid man, very close to Jesus Christ; he said to me: "He (Jesus) is never far from me." With his enormous help, I conquered all the demons that had plagued me and laid them all to rest. It was hard. Sometimes I went to his office 2 or 3 times a day, up to 5 days a week. I worked very hard.

I came through it all very well. I have been married to the same wonderful woman for over 50 years now, have two fabulous children and four fabulous grandchildren, and furthermore I have--and have always had--an extremely intimate relationship with God and His spiritual realm.

I have EVERYTHING! Even wealth (which I earned). And am today VERY well adjusted and mentally very healthy.

As for the boys who did that to me. They had their own problems. I don't even think about them. I don't feel hatred. I have prayed that God will lead them as He led me.

I will not leave this life with anything but love in my heart and blessings on my lips.

As you have seen, I have forgotten NOTHING. There is much more detail that I remember.I do not believe Kavanaugh's accusers.

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